Chapter Twenty-OneJenna
This careful dance we’ve been doing—the texting and occasional meet-ups for s*x have been great, but I knew it couldn’t last forever. And since I haven’t heard from Emmett in a couple of days, I fear this might be the end. But then he called an hour ago to ask what I was doing this weekend, and when I replied “Absolutely nothing,” our plan was hatched.
Which means I’m currently sitting alone in my apartment waiting for him to arrive. It’s Friday night and the sun has just set. My mood is a bit melancholy, and I feel so unsure about everything. As excited as I’ve been about the pregnancy, my feelings for the man who put the bun in my oven have only grown stronger with each passing week.
Finally, a gentle knock on my door interrupts my sullen thoughts. I pull it op
